John Saye

The Man With Three First Names (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

Toying with the fabric of reality, scientists have unleashed another unspeakable horror upon the universe. When crossing dimensions of time and space, alien animals and soldiers are twisted into unreal and violent forms so distant that when they arrive they no longer retain their original natures.

Whom do we have to defend us? Our elected leaders aren't what they seem, we've got a parking lot full of bizarre space ships locked up in a facility in the southeastern United States, and a Janitor caught in the blast with a body convulsing into a horrid monster form is on the loose.

Who can bring it all together before rubber monsters, swatting down flying restaurants, destroy the Earth?

Who is he? He's the Man With Three First Names!

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: John Saye
• Erscheinungstermin: 14. Januar 2020
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781393424369
• Artikelnr.: 58510804

Autorenporträt

Who is JOHN SAYE? I'm a writer of science-fiction and fantasy recovering from total-body paralysis.

Hi there. I am John. I'm in therapy recovering from GBS (Guillain-Barré syndrome), an autoimmune disease that attacks the nervous system. Its effects on me have been harsh, but through the beauty of tech, my plan is to ride my hobby once again, back to health. GBS paralyzed me, from the neck down for a year. I'm still working through therapy, and getting strong again. I had tons of muscle atrophy, spent 250 days in three different hospitals and five months on a ventilator. My nervous system was a wreck. Therapy is going to get me the rest of the way there as my nerves regrow from scratch. Therapy, my wife, family, friends, writing, and D&D.

I had to learn to talk again. The myelin sheath on all our nerves coats and protects them, insulating the signals as they bounce from the brain to our feet and hands and back. I was robbed of that. Of all things, I managed to get a disease that I'd never even remotely heard of before, that tried its best to kill me. My wife and some of the folks at one hospital worked out there were no more than an average of 600 people per year who get GBS as bad as I had it each year, worldwide.

I was lucky they diagnosed me as quickly as they did. It probably saved my life.

So, I Stumbled. I lost the ability, to walk, while visiting my folks with my wife and kids for Easter, and essentially, after an infected toe that had to be removed, and several weeks in the hospital, GBS really kicked in and I lost the ability to lift my arms as well. My fingers lost grip, and couldn't press buttons, or slide my finger to press on my smartphone. They still can't yet, years later.

My passion is really for writing, so I'm concentrating on that. I still can't type with my fingers, but I've learned to use my iPad to write with a stylus attached to my palm. One letter at a time, moving forward is the best I can do.

I muscle atrophy is no joke, and while I'm getting stronger, I'll have to learn to walk again and strengthen my legs to support my weight again.

I hope you're on for the ride.